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Dinosaurs Extinction

From my Field Book, 1981 July 3, 6 35 A.M. Como Bluff, Wyoming. 7,020 feet above sea level. No human being or human structure visible. Air clear, dry, cool. A pair of mule deer browsing along Rock Creek. Put the coffee water on the Coleman stove to heat up. No one else is awake in camp yet, but the smell of bacon will entice them out of their tents. I have been in the business for twenty years digging up fossil bones but I'm still excited by the first dinosaur of the summer. I sit here on the...

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25E first nTomxroVlg cl __- of its borders, then the Dinosauria must rank as the most robust of ruling clans. Dinosaurs were not unopposed in the world-game of competition and predation. As the early Dinosauria spread their species into every role open to large land creatures, the dinosaurs were driving out the last remnants of very advanced and very specialized clans, zoological tribes which had been evolving and perfecting their adaptive equipment for tens of millions of years. Like the...

I remember the first time the thought struck me There's something very wrong with our dinosaurs. I was standing in the great Hall of Yale's Peabody Museum, at the foot of the Brontosaurus skeleton. It was 3 00 A.M., the hall was dark, no one else was in the building. There's something very wrong with our dinosaurs. The entire Great Hall seemed to say that. I had grown up with the dinosaurian orthodoxy about dinosaur ways how they were swamp-bound monsters of sluggish disposition, plodding with...

It all started very suddenly, in the spring of 1955. I was reading magazines in my grandfather's house in New Jersey, and I found that magical Life cover story Dinosaurs. Fold-out, full-color pictures of heroic creatures. Allosaurus, Brontosaurus, Stegosaurus, Tyrannosaurus rex. I discovered an entire world, far, far away in time, that I could visit, whenever I wanted, via the creative labors of the paleontologists. And I made up my mind then and there that I would devote my life to the...